harrymcnallysblueandwhitearmy

Dude (got his own thread)

Looking at the current UK terrestrial programming, you'd think today was Christmas fucking Day, not Dec 3. Hah bumhug to you all.

From Hull to Hell? Same thing, really.

Fuck them sheepshagging cunts. And fuck Blyth for only losing one-nil to us.

Revenge for 11/8/18

The Mighty Chester 8-1 Blyth Shitters. Eight bloody one! World Cup: don’t care.

I've now read this intriguing tale of derring-do and disaster. Of the 9 sailors who took part , five are dead: Bernard Moitessier (cancer), Bill King (old age), Loick Fougeron (age/illness), Nigel Tetley (probable auto-erotic asphyxiation) and Donald Crowhurst (suicide/disappearance during the race) - and four are alive and in their 80s: Robin Knox-Johnson, Chay Blyth, Alex Carozzo and John Ridgway. Of the book's other protagonists, it seems like Crowhurst's widow Clare and Moitessier's ex-wife Francoise are both still living.

You’ve inspired me to download the Chris Eakin book about that mad 1968 yacht race (not that I’m particularly interested in stranglewanks, yer honour).

Not gonna live forever, then.

He’s blathering away on the Opening Show right now, while a female commentator shrieks away on the Tunisia v Aussie game on BBC Diversity. Mute button to the rescue.

ITV racing pundit Matt Chapman was in my dream, but sadly didn’t die.

Over the end credits of the BBC's World Cup match last night, they played the Feelgoods' version of Nick Lowe's Heart of the City, though I'm not sure he was even in the band by then. But a nice tribute all the same.

Like their music, they just go on and on, with very little happening.

The curse of the Hand of God continues.

I don’t really know who this bloke is, but it sounds like he deserves a thread.